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little bit of hay I had given him.

I started cleaning. I had turned

my back on him for only an instant

when I heard a loud, angry snort

directly behind me. I spun around to

find him rearing with his front hooves

directly over me. How he moved

across the corral that fast, and without

me hearing him, I had no idea, but the

look in his eye told me he was not

playing.

I had no time to prepare before he

came down, hitting me hard on my

right shoulder with his hoof. The

force of the blow slammed me to the

ground, knocking the air from me,

causing me to drop the pitchfork.

Although I was too dazed to think,

the adrenaline surged through me,

and my heart started racing.

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